The Sherwood Foresters

 

They wore their badge in honour when they went out to war

But it is something that soon they no longer can display

The fact that the name of the Sherwood Foresters is to disappear

Has been greeted by Nottinghamshire folk with dismay

How can this proud name and its years of service

In fighting to preserve our country’s liberty

Be sacrificed on the altar of expediency

Pretending this will lead to greater efficiency

We know that the real reason is the economic situation

And that the value of tradition is set at nought

When we realise how taxes are being squandered

It makes us wonder if we value for what they fought

They gave their lives to preserve the English way of life

Our traditions and our pride in our nationality

But one by one they are gradually disappearing

As our lives become surrounded by banality

The time has come for us to make a stand

To fight for the traditions that we should treasure

To show our pride and gratitude for those who died

And to ensure the name of the Sherwood Foresters lives on forever

By Ron Martin

Pigeons

These city pigeons

Strolling around our feet

As though we are St Francis,

Sticking out their necks

Intent on fossicking,

We envy their waddling nonchalance

As we with trepidation tread

Past chewing gum and litter

On streets unpaved with gold

By Ron Gardner 2011

Foot prints in the sand

My head is spinning

The world seems surreal,

I can’t explain it

It’s just how I feel, 

For every footprint

Left in the sand,

For every person

Walking hand in hand,

I feel their love

But is it true,

Do their feelings run deep

Like mine do for you?

Do they smile, just because,

Will it be forever

Like it is for us?

I sometimes sit and wonder why

Why do you love me,

Why do you try?

I know we will last

I know our love is pure,

We will never be

A lost print on the shore.

By Abbe Cutforth